It’s time to come clean – both figuratively and literally. I have been seeing someone. I met Mike about 2 months at a friend’s house. The kids and I were visiting my friend, Rita, and her husband, Hughie, one Saturday afternoon in August. It was a great day. We were laughing and thoroughly enjoying ourselves. We pretended to play badminton (Rita and I reminisced about our high school gym class when we would dance around the badminton court…good times).
I was planning on leaving before supper, but Rita invited us to stay. They were having a bonfire later with Rita’s brother and sister-in-law and their friend Mike. Mike and I only spoke briefly as we sat across from each other with a raging bonfire between us, but it was a nice casual meeting. A few weeks later I was, again, visiting Rita when Mike showed up to hang out with Hughie (ironically he entered the house when Rita were checking out online dating profiles just for the fun of it). Mike invited us to join them at the local pub for karaoke. We had a great time. I haven’t laughed so much in years. During the course of the evening Mike slipped my phone off the table and texted himself so he could get my number without having to ask for it. That was just over a month ago and we’ve spoken or texted everyday since.
That was the figurative cleaning – I needed to come clean about the secret I’ve been harbouring (ok, it’s never really been a secret, but it sounds much more dramatic that way). Now to the literal cleaning. Last week, on his day off, Mike came over and helped me clean Alexi’s room.
I don’t want you thinking Alexi is off the hook for any of the work. Mike’s brilliant plan, and I loved it, was to put everything in large, clear garbage bags and store them in the basement until I’m ready for Alexi to sort through them – with supervision (I have often threatened to use this tactic but have never followed through until now; I’m so glad I did and regret being such a push-over all along).
Even the pets are enjoying Alexi’s new space.
pop cans, a kazillion Pokemon, Digimon and some other “mon” cards, what we think was a bird’s nest although the jury’s still out, clothes, books, DVDs (he doesn’t have a TV in his room) and tons and tons of Lego.
Not every man would delve into the darkness of my son’s bedroom. I think I’m going to keep Mike around – at least until we’ve done Rian’s room.